Wednesday, October 24, 2012
A Cup Of Novacaine
Coming home late at night;
playing music of my choice,
feeling all alone but its alright;
and repeating favourite lines twice.
Though the weather is nice;
but it rains all the time inside,
I gotta swim outta my sorrows;
and hope my regrets to divide.
Call me stupid for all I’ve done;
I can’t scream loud for this pain,
its just gonna be okay, I know;
I wanna have a cup of novacaine.
No one is here to break the silence;
time seems to be the last grain of sand,
what the hell they gotta do of all this;
all we’ll need is a few feet of land.
Why to complicate things around;
why to run for what won’t exist long,
it grieves me to the core to think;
they pretend to be right when they’re wrong.
So many time I’ve been broken;
I just wanna go back to be seven again,
take me to the flashback of joy;
or get me a cup of novacaine.
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